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IN CUPID'S NAME 



LOVE ? I will tell thee what it is to love : — 
It is to build with human thoughts a shrine, 
Where Hope sits brooding like a beauteous 
dove — 
Where time seems young, and life a thing 
divine ; — ... 
Yes, this is love — the steadfast and the true, 

The immortal glory which hath never set ; 
The best, the brightest boon that earth ere 
knew — 
Of all life's sweets, the very sweetest yet. 

Charles Swain. 



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OVE looks not with the eye but with the 

mind, 

And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. 

SJiakspeare. 

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OVE never fails to master what he finds, 
-* But works a different way in different minds, 
The fools enlightens, and the wise makes 
blind. 

JDryden. 

TT warms me, it charms me, 
* To mention but her name : 
It heats me, it beats me, 
And sets me a* on flame. 

Burns, 



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RUE love's the gift which God has given 

To man alone beneath the heaven. 
It is not fantasy, not fire, 

Whose wishes, soon as granted fly ; 
It liveth not in fierce desire, 

With dead desire it doth not die ; 
It is the secret sympathy, 

The silver link, the silken tie, 
Which heart to heart and mind to mind, 

In body and in soul can bind. 

Scott. 

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IT is not often that we really love ; 
We have our frenzies and our ecstacies, 
But that sweet tenderness when storms are past, 
Or when becalmed, we wait the hour of storm, 
This, this is little cared for here on earth ! 

Violet Fane. 



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GENTLE Romeo, 
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully. 
Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, 
I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, 
So thou wilt woo : but, else, not for the world. 

Shakspeare. 



ECONOMY in love is peace to nature, 
Much like economy in worldly matter ; 
We should be prudent, never live too fast, 
Profusion will not, cannot last. 

Wolcot. 



5HTIS Nature's second sun, 
A Causing a spring of virtues where he 
shines ; 
And as without the sun, the world's great eye, 
All colours, beauties, both of art and nature, 
Are given in vain to man ; so without love 
All beauties bred in women are in vain, 
All virtues born in men lie buried ; 
For love informs them as the sun doth colours : 
And as the sun reflecting his warm beams 
Against the earth, begets all fruits and flowers ; 
So Love, fair shining in the inward man, 
Brings forth in him the honorable fruits 
Of valour, wit, virtue, and haughty thoughts, 
Brave resolution, and divine discourse. 

Chapman. 



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LOVE he comes, and Love he tarries, 
Just as fate or fancy carries ; 
Longest stays when sorest chidden ; 
Laughs and flies when pressed and bidden. 

Bind the sea to slumber stilly, 
Bind its odor to the lily, 
Bind the aspen ne'er to quiver, 
Then bind Love to last forever. 

Campbell. 



'"THIS is the very ecstasy of love, 
* Whose violent property forebodes itself 
And leads the will to desperate undertakings, 
As oft as any passion under heaven 
That does afflict our natures. 

Shakspeare. 



V\ 7HERE waitest thou, 
T » Lady, I am to love ? Thou comest not, 
Thou knowest of my sad and lonely lot — 
I looked for thee ere now. 

Where art thou sweet? 

I long for thee as thirsty lips for streams ; 

O gentle promised angel of my dreams, 
Why do we never meet ? 

Edwin Arnold. 



ALACK ! There lies more peril in thine eye 
Than twenty of their swords ; look thou 
but sweet, 
And I am proof against their enmity. 

Shakspeare. 



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AH me ! for aught that I could ever read, 
Could ever hear by tale or history — 
The course of true love never did run smooth. 

Shakspeare. 



ALMIGHTY pain to love it is. 
And 'tis a pain that pain to miss ; 
But, of all pains, the greatest pain 
It is to love and love in vain. 



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Shakspeare, 



EASON thus with reason fetter: 

Love sought is good, but given unsought 
is better. 

Shakspeare. 



DIDST thou but know the inly touch of Love, 
Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with 

snow 
As seek to quench the fire of Love with words. 

Shakspeare. 

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THE time I've lost in wooing, 
In watching and pursuing 
The light that lies 
In women's eyes, 
Has been my heart's undoing. 
Though wisdom oft has sought me, 
I scorned the love she brought me ; 
My only books 
Were women's looks 
And folly all they've taught me. 

Moore. 



LOVE is never outlived completely, 
Is never wasted or thrown away ; 
Some part of it lives and comes back to us 
sweetly, 
Like a strain from a song some day. 



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BUT love, first learned in a lady's eyes, 
Lives not alone immured in the brain : 
But with the motion of all elements, 
Courses as swift as though in every power ; 
And gives to every power a double power 
Above their functions and their offices. 

Shakspeare. 



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O love. 

It is to be all made of sighs and tears, 
It is to be all made of faith and service, 
It is to be all made of fantasy, 
All made of passion, and all made of wishes ; 
All adoration, duty and observance, 
All humbleness, all patience and impatience, 
All purity, all trial, all observance. 

Shakspeare. 



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COME, gentle night ; come, loving, black- 
brow'd night ; 
Give me my Romeo : and, when he shall die, 
Take him and cut him out in little stars, 
And he will make the face of heaven so fine, 
That all the world will be in love with night, 
And pay no worship to the garish sun. 

Shakspeare. 



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H ! sailing now on sunny seas 

With such a new and dear delight, 
My heart grows light again, and these 
(The days of sadness and of night) 
Seem far behind our golden sails, 

Fill'd with the breath of Love's sweet voice, 
Whilst over sea-bound hills and vales 
I hear the echo'd words : "Rejoice, 
The days of Death are gone and past 
And Life and Love are here at last ! " 

Violet Fane. 



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YOUNG men fly, when beauty darts 
Amorous glances at their hearts ; 
The fix'd mark gives the shooter aim ; 
And ladies' looks have power to maim ; 
Now 'twixt their lips, now in their eyes, 
Wrapt in a smile, or kiss, love lies : 
Then fly betimes, for only they 
Conquer love that run away. 

Carew. 



\ \J ERE you the earth, dear Love, and I the 
* * skies, 
My love should shine on you like to the sun, 
And look upon you with ten thousand eyes 
Till heaven waxed blind, and till the world 
were done. 
Wheresoe'er I am, below, or else above you, 
Wheresoe'er you are, my heart shall truly love 
you. 

Joshua Sylvester. 



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T T E that can love unloved again 
* * Hath better store of love than brain : 
God send me love my debts to pay, 
While unthrifts fool their love away. 

Aytoun. 



LOVE me little, love me long, 
Is the burden of my song. 
Love that is too hot and strong 

Burnetii soon to waste. 
Still I would not have thee cold, 
Not too backward or too bold ; 
Love that lasteth till 'tis old 
Fadeth not in haste. 



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LL thoughts, all passions, all delights, 
Whatever stirs this mortal frame, 
All are but ministers of Love, 
And feed his sacred flame. 

Coleridge. 



PERDITION catch my soul 
But I do love thee ! and when I love thee 
not, 
Chaos is come again. 

Shakspeare. 



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HAT thing is love, which none can counter- 
vail ? 

Naught save itself, ev'n such a thing is love. 

And worldly wealth in worth as far doth fail, 

As lowest earth doth yield to heaven above, 

Divine is love, and scorneth worldly pelf, 

And can be bought with nothing but with 

self. 

Sir Walter Raleigh. 



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OVE is a god, 

Strong, free, unbounded ; and, as some 
define, 
Fears nothing, pitieth none : such love is 
mine. 

Mason. 

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SUCH is the posie Love composes ; 
A stinging nettle mix'd with roses. 

Brown. 



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HOW this spring of love resembleth 
The uncertain glory of an April day ; 
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, 
And by and by a cloud takes all away. 

Shakspeare. 

OVE is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs ; 
*— ' Being urg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes ; 
Being vex'd, a sea nourished with lovers' tears : 
What is it else? A madness most discreet, 
A choking gall, a preserving sweet. 

Shakspeare. 



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OVE'S heralds should be thoughts, 

Which ten times glide faster than the 
sun's beams, 
Driving back shadows over low'ring ills. 

SJiakspeare. 

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HY did she love him ? Curious fool, be 
still : — 
Is human love the growth of human will ? 



T OVE was, to his impassion'd soul, 
■'— ' Not, as with others, a mere part 
Of his existence, but the whole, 
The very life-breath of his heart. 

Moore s " Loves of the Angels" 



OH ! there's nothing half so sweet in life 
As Love's young dream ! 

Moore. 



OH ! were my love a blossom, 
When summer skies depart, 
I'd plant her in my bosom 
And wear her near my heart. 



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EAR art thou to me now as in that hour, 
When first love's wave of feeling, spray- 
like, broke 
Into bright utterance and we said we lov'd ! 

Bailey. 



T LOVE thee, and I feel 
* That in the fountain of my heart a seal 
Is set, to keep its waters pure and bright 

For thee. 

Shelley. 



IN peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed, 
In war, he mounts the warrior's steed ; 
In halls, in gay attire is seen, 
In hamlets, dances on the green. 
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, 
And man below, and saints above ; 
For love is heaven, and heaven is love ! 

Scott. 



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OT vernal showers to budding flowers, 
Not Autumn to the farmer, 
So dear can be as thou to me, 
My fair, my lovely charmer. 

Burns. 



TT AD we never lov'd so kindly, 
A A Had we never lov'd so blindly ; 
Never met, or never parted, 
We had ne'er been broken-hearted. 

Burns. 



YES, love indeed is light from heaven, 
A spark of that immortal fire, 
With angels shar'd, by Allah given 
To lift from earth our low desire. 

Byron. 



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T FIND she loves him much because she hides it. 
* Love teaches cunning even to innocence ; 
And when he gets possession his first work 
Is to dig deep within the heart and there 
Lie hid, and like a miser in the dark, 
To feast alone. 

Dryden. 



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OVE is, or ought to be, our greatest bliss ; 

Since every other joy, how dear soever, 
Gives way to that and we leave all for love. 

Rowe, 



T OVE, why do we one passion call, 
" When 'tis a compound of them all ? 
Where hot and cold, where sharp and sweet, 
In ail their equipages meet ; 
Where pleasures mixed with pains appear, 
Sorrow with joy, and hope with fear. 

Dean Swift. 
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OVE, thou hast every bliss in store, 

Tis friendship, and 'tis something more ; 
Each other every wish they give — 
Not to know love, is not to live. 



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OVE in a hut with water and crust, 

Is — Lord forgive us! — cinders, ashes, 
dust. 

Keats. 



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OVE is indestructible ; 

Its holy flame forever burneth. 
From heaven it came, to heaven returneth. 

Southey. 



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OVE is strong as death. Many waters can- 
not quench love, neither can the floods 
drown it. 

Proverbs. 

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I OVE, like death, 

*-* Levels all ranks, and lays the Shepherd's 
crook 
Beside the sceptre. 

Lytton. 



T UVV? What's luvv? Thou can luvv thy 
*— ' lass an' 'er munny, too, 
Maakin 'em goa togither, as they've good 
right to do. 

Tennyson. 



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E have seen thee, O Love, thou art fair ; 

thou art goodly, O Love ; 

Thy wings make light in the air as the wings 

of a dove. 

Swinburne. 



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TF love were what the rose is, 
* And I were like the leaf, 
Our lives would grow together 
In sad or singing weather, 

Blown fields or flowerful closes 
Green pleasure or gray grief ; 

If Love were what the rose is 
And I were like the leaf. 

Swinburne. 

OVE me, love, but breathe it low, 

Soft as summer weather ; 
If you love me, tell me so, 

As we sit together. 
Sweet and still as roses blow — 
Love me, love, but breathe it low. 

Joaquin Miller. 



YSTERIOUS Love, uncertain treasure, 
Hast thou more of pain than pleasure? 
Endless torments dwell about thee, 
Yet who would live and live without thee ? 

Addison. 

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OVE is not to be reason'd down, or lost 
«■— ' In high ambition, or a thirst of greatness ; 
'Tis second life ; it grows into the soul, 
Warms every vein, and beats in every pulse. 

Addison. 

Y\ 7HEN love's well timed, 'tis not a fault to 

* * love ; 

The strong, the brave, the virtuous and the wise 
Sink in the soft captivity together. 

Addison. 



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ET us love temperately ; things violent last 

not ; 

And too much dotage rather argues folly 
Than true affection. 



Massinger, 



ANSWER me : Peace or Love ? 
Which do you take for your part ? 
Choose one or the other hereof, 
You cannot have both, O heart ! 

Home. 

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LOVE, let us love ! For love and life and 
death — 
What else? — we know are real; and as we 
must 
By Nature's force, both hold and yield our 
breath, 
So let us take, not forced, but as in trust, 
Upon ourselves the third reality, 
And love so long as love, life, death shall be. 

Bourdillon. 



LOVE knoweth every form of air, 
And every shape of earth, 
And, comes, unbidden, everywhere, 
Like thought's mysterious birth. 

Willis. 



?"TISthea 
1 bliss. 



angels' joy ; the gods' delight ; man's 



'Tis all in all : without love, nothing is. 

Heath. 



T OVE'S of a strangely open simple kind, 
*— ' And thinks none sees it, 'cause itself is 
blind. 

Cowley, 



LOVERS' heralds should be thoughts 
Which ten times faster than the sunbeams, 
Driving back shadows over low'ring hills. 

Shakspeare. 



A CLAPPING is not made with one hand 
alone ; 
Your love, my beloved, must answer my 
own. 



THE proverb holds that to be wise and lov T e, 
Is hardly granted to the gods above. 

Dryden. 



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CUPID and my Sweetheart played 
At cards for kisses. Cupid paid. 
He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, 
His mother's doves and team of sparrows ; 
Loses them, too ; then down he throws 
The coral of his lip, the rose 
Growing on his cheek, but none knows how ; 
. With these the crystal of his brow, 
And then the dimple of his chin : — = 
All these did my fair lady win. 
At last he set her both his eyes ; 
She won, and Cupid blind did rise. 
O Love, has she done this to thee ? 
What shall, alas, become of me ? 

Lilly. 



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H, sad are they who know not love, 

But, far from passion's tears and smiles, 
Drift down a moonless sea, beyond 
The silvery coasts of fairy isles. 

Aldrich. 



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MY love's like a red, red rose, 
j That's newly sprung in June ; 
O, my love's like the melody 
That's sweetly played in tune. 

Burns. 



DERHAPS it was right to dissemble your 
* love ; 
But why did you kick me down stairs ? 

Kemble. 



SILENCE in love betrays more woe 
Than words, though ne'er so witty ; 
A beggar that is dumb, you know, 
May challenge double pity. 

Sir Walter Raleigh. 



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i OOL, not to know that Love endures no tie, 
And Jove but laughs at lover's perjury. 

Dry den. 

IF you become a nun, dear, 
The bishop Love will be ; 
The Cupids every one, dear, 

Will chant, "we trust in thee !" 
The incense will go sighing, 
The candles fall a-dying, 

The water turn to wine : 
What ! you go take the vows, my dear ? 
You may — but they'll be mine. 

Leigh Hunt. 

OVER the mountains 
And over the waves ; 
Under the fountains 

And under the graves ; 
Under floods that are deepest, 

Which Neptune obey ; 
Over rocks that are steepest, 
Love will find out the way. 



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HOW many times do I love thee, dear ? 
Tell me how many thoughts there be 
In the atmosphere 
Of a new-fallen year, 
Whose white and sable hours appear 

The latest flake of Eternity ; 
So many times do I love thee, dear. 

Beddoes. 



OH, happy words ! At beauty's feet 
We sing them ere our prime ; 
And when the early summers pass, 

And Care comes on with Time, 
Still be it ours, in Care's despite, 

To join the chorus fr.ee : 
" I love my Love because I know 
My Love loves me." 

Mackey, 



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T^vO you ask what the birds say ? The spar- 
*-' row, the dove, 

The linnet, and thrush say : " I love and I love ! " 
In the winter they're silent, the wind is so strong; 
What it says I don't know, but it sings a loud 

song. 
But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm 

weather, 
And singing and loving, — all come back to- 
gether. 
But the lark is so brimful of gladness and love, 
The green fields below him, the blue sky above, 
That he sings, and he sings, and forever sings he, 
" I love my Love and my Love loves me." 

Coleridge, 



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TOOTHER day, as I was twining 
* Roses for a crown to dine in, 
What of all things, midst the heap, 
Should I light on, fast asleep, 
But the little desperate elf, 
The tiny traitor, Love himself ! 
By the wings I pinched him up 
Like a bee, and in a cup 
Of my wine I plunged and sank him ; 
And what d'ye think I did ?• — I drank him ! 
Faith, I thought him dead. Not he ! 
There he lives with tenfold glee ; 
And now, this moment, with his wings, 
I feel him tickling my heart-strings. 

LeivJi Hunt. 



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OW does Love speak ? 

In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek, 
And in the pallor that succeeds it ; by 
The quivering lid of an averted eye — 
The smile that proves the parent to a sigh, 
Thus doth Love speak. 

Ella Wheeler Wilcox. 

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OW do I love thee ? Let me count the 
ways. 
I love thee to the depth and breadth and 

height 
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight 
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. 
I love thee to the level of every day's 
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. 
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right ; 
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. 
I love thee with the passion put to use 
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's 

faith. 
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose 
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the 

breath, 
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God 

choose, 
I shall but love thee better after death. 

Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 



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HE fountains mingle with the river, 

And the rivers with the ocean ; 
The winds of heaven mix forever, 

With a sweet emotion ; 
Nothing in the world is single ; 

All things by a law divine 
In one another's being mingle : — 
Why not I with thine ? 

Shelley. 



ONE star is the type of the glory of heaven ; 
A shell from the beach whispers still of 
; ; the sea ; 

To a rose all the sweetness of summer is given ; 
i A kiss tells what living and loving might be. 

Mary Louise Ritter. 

1LOVE thee, I love but thee ! 
With a love that shall not die 
Till the sun grows cold 
And the stars are old, 

And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold! 

Bayard Taylor, 

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H, how sweet it is to love ! 

Ah, how gay is young desire ! 

And what pleasing pains we prove 

When we first approach Love's fire ! 

Pains of love are sweeter far 

Than all other pleasures are. 

Dryden. 

BLEST be Love, to whom we owe 
All that's bright and fair below ; 
Song was cold and painting dim, 
Till song and painting learned from him. 

Moore. 

U O SWEET '" he said > " this thin £ is even 
^ love, 

Whereof I told thee ; that all wise men fear, 

But yet escape not ; nay, to gods above, 

Unless the old tales lie, it draweth near." 

Morris. 



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OVE born in hours of joy and mirth, 

With mirth and joy may perish ; 
That to which darker hours gave birth 
Still more and more we cherish. 

Barton. 

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T EARN to win a lady's faith 
J— ' Nobly, as the thing is high, 
Bravely, as for life or death, 
With a loyal gravity. 

By your truth she shall be true, 
Ever true as wives of yore ; 

And her yes, once said to you 
Shall be Yes for evermore. 

Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 



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UT upon it. I have loved 
Three whole days together ; 
And am like to love three more, 
If it prove fair weather. 

Sucklh 



Y true-love hath my heart, and I have his, 
By just exchange one to the other given : 
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss, 

There never was a better bargain driven : 
My true-love hath my heart and I have his. 

Sidney. 
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T^HERE is no worldly pleasure here below, 
* Which by experience doth not folly prove ; 
But among all the follies that I know, 
The sweetest folly in the world is love. 

Aytoun. 



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E love but once. The great gold orb of 



light 



From dawn to eventide doth cast his ray ; 
But the full splendor of his perfect might 
Is reached but once throughout the livelong day. 

Ella Wheeler Wilcox. 



HIS words are bonds, his oaths are oracles, 
His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate ; 
His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; 
His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth. 

Shakspeare. 



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INDEED, this very love which is my boast, 
And which, when rising up from breast to 
brow, 
Doth crown me with a ruby large enow 
To draw men's eyes and prove the inner cost, — 
This love even, all my worth to the uttermost, 
I should not love withal, unless that thou 
Hadst set me an example, shown me how, 
When first thine earnest eyes with mine were 

crossed, 
And love called love. And thus I cannot speak 

Of love even as a good thing of my own. 
Thy soul has snatched up mine, all faint and 
weak, 
And placed it by thee on a golden throne ; 
And that I love (O, Soul, we must be meek !) 
Is by thee only, whom I love alone. 

Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 



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WHEN do I see thee most, beloved one ? 
When in the light the spirits of mine eyes 
Before thy face, their altar, solemnize 
The worship of that Love through thee made 

known ? 
Or when in the dusk hours (we two alone), 
Close-kissed and eloquent of still replies 
Thy twilight-hidden, glimmering visage lies, 
And my soul only sees thy soul its own ? 
O, love, my love ! if I no more should see 
Thyself, nor on the earth the shadow of thee, 
Nor image of thine eyes in any spring, — - 
How, then, should sound upon life's darken- 
ing slope 
The ground-whirl of the perished leaves of 

Hope, 
The wind of Death's imperishable wing? 

Dante Gabriel Rossetti. 



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SPRING sits on her nest,— 
-^ Daisies and white clover ; 
And my heart at rest 
Lies in the Spring's young nest. 
My Love, she loves me best, 

And the frost is over. 
Spring sits on her nest, — 
Daisies and white clover. 

George Mac Donald. 



HEN love me, my Desire, my Wonder, 

Through change of world and weather ! 
Our hearts may louder beat asunder 
Than when they throb together. 

Gosse. 



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T OVE is not a feeling to pass away, 

*— ' Like the balmy breath of a summer day ; 

It is not — it cannot be — laid aside ; 

It is not a thing to forget or hide. 

It clings to the heart — ah, woe is me ! — 

As the ivy clings to the old oak tree. 

Charles Dickens. 



SWIFT speedy Time, feathered with flying 
hours, 
Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow ; 
Then do not thou such treasures waste in 

vain, 
But love now, whilst thou mayst be loved 
again. 

Daniel. 



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OVE, flooding all the creeks of my dry soul, 
-* From which the warm tide ebbed when I 

was born, 
Following the moon of destiny, doth roll 

His slow, rich wave along the shore forlorn, 
To make the ocean-God and me one whole. 



So, shuddering in its ecstacy, it lies, 
And, freed from the tangle of the ebb, 

Reflects the waxing and the waning skies, 
And bears upon its panting breast the web 

Of night and her innumerable eyes. 



Nor can conceive at all that it was blind, 
But trembling with the sharp approach of 
love, 
That, strenuous, moves without one breath 
of wind, 
Gasps, as the wakening maid, on whom the 
dove 
With folded wings of deity declined. 

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She in the virgin sweetness of her dream 
Thought nothing strange to find her vision 
true ; 
And I thus bathed in living rapture deem 
No moveless drought my channel ever 
knew, 
But rustled always with the murmuring 



stream. 



Gosse. 



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HEART — to lay at the feet of My Love ! 
To leave it there in its simple truth, 
Not for a day, not for a day, 

Strong to endure when the heat of youth 
And cold mid-age shall have passed away, — 
Such heart I lay at the feet of My Love ! 

Ha?nilton Aide, 



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MINE to the core of the heart, My Beauty ! 
Mine, all mine ; and for Love, not duty — 
Love given willingly, full and free, 
Love for Love's sake, as mine to thee. 
Duty's a slave that keeps the keys ; 
But Love, the master, goes in and out 
Of his goodly chambers with song and shout 
Just as he please, — just as he please. 

Dinah Maria Mulock-Craik. 



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HO have loved and ceased to love, forget 
That ever they loved in their lives they 
say; 
Only remember the fever and fret, 

And the pain of Love, that was all his pay ; 
All the delight of him passes away 

From hearts that hoped, and from lips that 
met — 
Too late did I love you, my love, and yet 
I shall never forget till my dying day. 

Lang. 



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BECAUSE I breathe not love to every one, 
Nor do not use set colours for to wear ; 
Xor nourish special locks of vowed hair, 
Nor give each speech a full point of a groan, 
The courtly nymphs, acquainted with the 

moan 
Of them who in their lips Love's standard 

bear : 
What, he ! say they of me : now, I dare 

swear 
He cannot love. No, no, let him alone — 
And think so still, so Stella know my mind ! 
Profess indeed I do not Cupid's art ; 
But you, fair maids, at length this true shall 

find — 
That his right badge is but worn in the heart. 
Dumb swans, not chattering pies, do lovers 

prove — 
They love indeed who quake to say they love. 

Sidney. 



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OVE is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; 
" Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; 
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. 
What is it else ? A madness most discreet, 
A choking gall and a preserving sweet. 

Shakspeare. 

COME hither, boy. If ever thou shalt love, 
In the sweet pangs of it remember me ; 
For such as I am, all true lovers are — 
Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, 
Save in the constant image of the creature 

That is beloved. 

Shakspeare. 

OH, how this Spring of Love resembleth 
The uncertain glory of an April day, 
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, 
And by and by a cloud takes all away ! 

Shakspeare. 

HOPE is a lover's staff ; walk hence with that, 
And manage it against despairing thoughts. 

Shakspeare. 

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'"TO keep one sacred flame 

* Through life unchilled, unmoved ; 
To love in wintry age, the same 

As first in youth we loved ; 
To feel that we adore 

Ev'n to such fond excess 
That, though the heart would break with more, 

It could not live with less, — 
This is love, faithful love, 
Such as saints might feel above. 

Tho7nas Moore, 



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FAIRER than the field, than the whole 

earth, 

Would that thy lover's coming in thy sight 
Were as the rain-cloud to a land of dearth, 
Were as the morning to a world of night ! 

Bourdillon. 



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LET me not to the marriage of true minds 
Admit impediments. Love is not love 
Which alters when it alteration finds, 

Or bends with the remover to remove. 
Oh, no ; it is an ever-fixed mark, 

That looks on tempests and is never shaken. 
It is the star to every wandering bark 

Whose worth's unknown, although his height 
be taken. 
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and 
cheeks 
Within his bending sickle's compass come ; 
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, 

But bears it out, ev'n to the edge of doom. 
If this be error, and upon me proved, 
I never writ, nor no man ever loved. 

Shakspeare. 



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LOVE'S feeling is more soft and sensible 
Than are the tender horns of cockled snails ;* 
Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in 

taste. 
For valor, is not Love a Hercules, 
Still climbing trees in the Hesperides ? 
Subtile as sphinx ; as sweet and musical 
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair ; 
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods 
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. 
Never durst poet touch a pen to write 
Until his ink were tempered with Love's sighs ; 
Oh, then his lines would ravish savage ears 
And plant in tyrants mild humility. 

Shakspeare. 



T^ACH on his strict line we move, 
J— ' And some find death ere they find love, 
So far apart their lives are thrown 
From the twin soul that halves their own. 



Matthew Arnold. 
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T^HIS I say of me, but think of you, Love ! 
* This to you, — yourself, my moon of poets ! 
Ah, but that's the world's side — there's the 

wonder — 
Thus they see you, praise you, think they know 

you. 
There in turn I stand with them and praise you, 
Out of my own self, I dare to phrase it ; 
But the best is when I glide from out of them, 
Cross a step or two of dubious twilight, 
Come out on the other side, the novel 
Silent silver lights and darks undreamed of, 
Where I hush and bless myself with silence. 

Browning. 



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AS separate streams may, blending, ever roll 
In course united, so of soul to soul 
Love is the union into one sweet whole. 

As molten metals mingle ; as a chord 

Swells sweet in harmony, — when Love is Lord 

Two hearts are one, as letters form a word. 

One heart, one mind, one soul and one desire, 
A kindred fancy and a sister lire 
Of thought and passion — these can Love inspire. 

Chambers } s Journal. 



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HEY draw to each other ; they flow to- 
gether in one, 
Together thro' all lands beneath the sun, 
In one attempted stream, or side by side, 
So near that scarce a footpace may divide 
Their separate depths, and this maybe is best ; 
Or maybe in each other lost, 
In calm or tempest-tost, 
One broad, full river, they roll on to the sea. 

Lewis Morris. 

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SITTING in my window, 
Pointing my thoughts in lawn, I saw a god 
(I thought, but it was you) enter our gates. 
My blood flew out and back again as fast 
As I had prest it forth, and sucked it in 
Like breath ; then I was called away in haste 
To entertain you. Never was a man 
Heaved from a sheepcote to a sceptre raised 
So high in thoughts as I ; you left a kiss 
Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep 
From you forever. I did hear you talk 
Far above singing ; after you were gone 
I grew acquainted with my heart and searched 
What stirred it so. Alas ! I found it Love. 

Francis Beaumont. 

TNTO my heart a silent look 

* Flashed from thy careless eyes ; 

And what before was shadow, took 

The light of summer skies. 
The first-born Love was in that look ; 
The Venus rose from out the deep 

Of those inspiring eyes. 

Edward Bulwcr Lytton. 

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MY LOVE AND I. 
i. 
T DREAMED, last night, that we were afloat, 
* My love and I, in a fairy boat ; 
The troubles of life we had risen above, 
And had naught to do save to dream of love. 

ii. 
The crescent moon was our fairy boat ; 
On the soft, white clouds we seemed to float, 
While far in our wake the Milky Way 
A gleaming flood of glory lay. 

in. 
My oar-blades rose and fell in the tide, 
Scattering moonbeams on every side ; 
Happier far than the gods were we 
To float on that boundless, starry sea. 

IV. 

Music divine fell from above, 
Whose every note was a breath of love ; 
A discord rough on the music broke, 
The glory vanished, and — I awoke. 

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V. 

Yes, woke to the old, hard-working life, 
With its endless worry and toil and strife ; 
But through the darkness shines one gleam,- 
The memory of that golden dream. 

VI. 

And oftentimes as I close my eyes, 
Once more I am back in Paradise ; 
Once more my love and I are afloat 
On the fleecy clouds, in our fairy boat. 

Albert Payson Terhune. 



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